Illness

A mean-spirited, microscopic organism burrowed its way to my body’s core and has had its way with me for the past three days.  This morning it appears the controls have been handed back to me.  Appears, I say, for this walk was just long enough to let me know who really is in charge.

“Illness is like a journey into a far country; it sifts all one’s experience and removes it to a point so remote that it appears as a vision.” — Sholem Ash,1880-1957, American writer and playwright.

Be well.

Enjoy your day!